A narrative describes an event or sequences of events taking place over time. It becomes clear to the reader, what order the events take place. A narrative piece should follow the format below.
The following is an example of Personal Narrative Writing
Snow Tears I stood there, nervously looking around. Quickly I realized that my family was gone and I did not know where I was. People whizzed by on the ski mountain. Someone skied so close, small chunks of snow splattered on my goggles. I used my mittens to smear the droplets across my goggles. No one seemed to notice or care. They continued to enjoy this beautiful powder day and make turns right around me. I tried to remember the last thing my dad had said. Had he mentioned where we would meet if we were separated? It was all a blur now. I felt a tear form in one eye. Trying my best to hold it back, I continued to look around for signs of my family. People look similar when wrapped up in winter clothing with goggles, gators, and hats. What color jacket was my mom wearing that day; was it purple or blue? I knew she just wearing ear warmers so I looked for her blonde hair. I continued to look for my dads red North Face Coat and his black helmet. Was my sister in front of me or behind me? She was usually in front, but I had not been paying attention to her as I skied in and out of the trees. Growing more frantic, my eyes were flooded with tears. I wanted to take off my goggles and wipe my eyes but I knew they would fog up on this chilly day. My parents had told me time and time again, “leave your goggles on your face,” and, “if you take goggles off, the inside will fog when you try to put them back on.” I knew it was going to happen, but I needed to do something about the rush of tears building up in my eyes. I knew crying would not help the situation but I could not hold them back. As I broke the seal between my goggles and my face, I felt a cool rush across my eyes. I used my other hand to swipe at the tears and quickly pressed the goggles back on my face. They were right, all fogged up and no way I could see. After what seemed like an eternity of fiddling with my goggles and attempting to rid the fog, the moisture on the inside began to freeze. Now I was really in trouble! This had never happened and I had no idea what to do. I decided to leave the goggles in place, as my parents had always instructed me to do, and just wait. Eventually the goggles began to defog, leaving small spots I could see the mountain though. Finally, I skied down to the closed chair lift. I stopped and hopefully looked around for a familiar ski jacket. No luck. I was too embarrassed to ask the lift operator for help. I was frustrated with my obstructed vision due to the frozen goggles. “Should have just left them on my face in the first place,” I thought. My eyes quickly darted across the horizon; I could see people forming lines to board the chair lift. What if my family had taken the lift? Then I would NEVER find them! My heart was pounding and I continued to think irrational thoughts. When I least expected it, I caught a glimpse of a familiar jacket waving his ski poles at me. It was my father, signaling from a distance! Overcome with joy, I felt great relief in finding my family. It is never fun to become separated from your group and get lost. The lesson learned is to always stay with your group and if you do get lost, keep cool you will find them eventually.
The following is an example of Personal Narrative Writing
Snow Tears
I stood there, nervously looking around. Quickly I realized that my family was gone and I did not know where I was. People whizzed by on the ski mountain. Someone skied so close, small chunks of snow splattered on my goggles. I used my mittens to smear the droplets across my goggles. No one seemed to notice or care. They continued to enjoy this beautiful powder day and make turns right around me. I tried to remember the last thing my dad had said. Had he mentioned where we would meet if we were separated? It was all a blur now.
I felt a tear form in one eye. Trying my best to hold it back, I continued to look around for signs of my family. People look similar when wrapped up in winter clothing with goggles, gators, and hats. What color jacket was my mom wearing that day; was it purple or blue? I knew she just wearing ear warmers so I looked for her blonde hair. I continued to look for my dads red North Face Coat and his black helmet. Was my sister in front of me or behind me? She was usually in front, but I had not been paying attention to her as I skied in and out of the trees.
Growing more frantic, my eyes were flooded with tears. I wanted to take off my goggles and wipe my eyes but I knew they would fog up on this chilly day. My parents had told me time and time again, “leave your goggles on your face,” and, “if you take goggles off, the inside will fog when you try to put them back on.” I knew it was going to happen, but I needed to do something about the rush of tears building up in my eyes. I knew crying would not help the situation but I could not hold them back.
As I broke the seal between my goggles and my face, I felt a cool rush across my eyes. I used my other hand to swipe at the tears and quickly pressed the goggles back on my face. They were right, all fogged up and no way I could see. After what seemed like an eternity of fiddling with my goggles and attempting to rid the fog, the moisture on the inside began to freeze. Now I was really in trouble! This had never happened and I had no idea what to do. I decided to leave the goggles in place, as my parents had always instructed me to do, and just wait. Eventually the goggles began to defog, leaving small spots I could see the mountain though.
Finally, I skied down to the closed chair lift. I stopped and hopefully looked around for a familiar ski jacket. No luck. I was too embarrassed to ask the lift operator for help. I was frustrated with my obstructed vision due to the frozen goggles. “Should have just left them on my face in the first place,” I thought. My eyes quickly darted across the horizon; I could see people forming lines to board the chair lift. What if my family had taken the lift? Then I would NEVER find them! My heart was pounding and I continued to think irrational thoughts.
When I least expected it, I caught a glimpse of a familiar jacket waving his ski poles at me. It was my father, signaling from a distance! Overcome with joy, I felt great relief in finding my family.
It is never fun to become separated from your group and get lost. The lesson learned is to always stay with your group and if you do get lost, keep cool you will find them eventually.